Seventeen
I found Pluto in a bathroom stall
in a rundown bar in Dublin.
It was hard to look at her wane smile,
wan skin, the disfigured shape of her curves.
But she looked up at me, cool doze of her eyes,
and I saw the ice churn inside her
as she bared her hydrogen soaked veins
under creaking florescent lights.
She looked up at me and I could see
the red smear of blood down south,
the oozing core of hers,
the giving, giving, aching body of hers,
And I smiled.
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